I Go To Work Lyrics - Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Blaze Ya Dead Homie

I'm the dead body creepin' through the streets on the East side 

Took about 3 shots, victim of a homicide 

Do a drive by in a second 

Leave ya all bloody, and tattered lying on the pavement 

Nothing can save ya, when I'm in a homicidal rage 

Nut up, and then start unloading the 12 gauge 

Sawed off pump in your ass bitch 

Say your prayers bitch 

Cause your headed to the casket 

Then to the graveyard 

A lil advice, never perpetrate and act hard 

Cause when you are dead, muthafucka aint shit to lose 

Still gettin my hustle on, and payin helly dues 

Aint got shit to prove to you marks and you bustas 

Always stay strapped cause you know I cant trust ya 

Lights out, before I put ya in the dirt 

It's ya dead homie Blaze, bitch I go to work 

I go to work everyday 

Baggin up yag 

Clockin' major chedda loke 

I'm all about my paper roll 

I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides 

Doin hella drive bys just another homicide 

I go to work everyday 

Baggin up yag 

Clockin' major chedda loke 

I'm all about my paper roll 

I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides 

Doin hella drive bys just another homicide 

I go to work in my neighborhood 

Puffin' on blunts, baggin up yag and always up to no good 

Cause I'm a gansta, been to the grave and back 

So stop on my corner, and get your fuckin' car jacked 

Cause I don't play like my homies always say 

We runnin' with a hatchet Psychopathic ay yay 

Every day ya homie Blaze, is on the streets 

Bouncin' downtown, brandishing heat 

Until just the other day when I was walkin on my own 

A sucka tried to hit me for my stack and my cell phone 

Tried to play me G, till he got a peek of my pitch black eyes 

Right before I shattered his teeth, and broke his jaw 

Then watched him fall, lifeless 

You should have seen his face it was priceless 

Just another lesson hoe, with disgression hoe 

Cause through the streets I lurk, I go to work 

I go to work everyday 

Baggin up yay 

Clockin' major chedda loke 

I'm all about my paper roll 

I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides 

Doin hella drive bys just another homicide 

I go to work everyday 

Baggin up yay 

Clockin' major chedda loke 

I'm all about my paper roll 

I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides 

Doin hella drive bys just another homicide 

Now I'm rollin in the jacked up bucket 

Bumpin' Twiztid, puffin herb like fuck it 

Make a left on the one way, thats when the boys in blue 

Got behing me with they lights and sirens 

30 seconds of silence, then I unloaded the clip 

Pumpin' on pigs wit the hollow point tips 

So don't trip, I still gots to get my grip 

Rollin down the street, leavin em bleedin' by the scene 

Then a right, left then a right, to a chop shop 

Sold the bucket and a rock 

To a smoked out bitch in a '92 Ranger 

That's the way it is in the life of a gangsta 

Or a hustla, quick to dust ya 

I could lose an arm, and still murder 40 of ya 

Watch ya back when Blaze get his smirk on 

You could be the next muthafucka I go to work on 

I go to work everyday 

Baggin up yay 

Clockin' major chedda loke 

I'm all about my paper roll 

I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides 

Doin hella drive bys just another homicide 

I go to work everyday 

Baggin up yay 

Clockin' major chedda loke 

I'm all about my paper roll 

I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides 

Doin hella drive bys just another homicide